This is a song about "Gold chains and murder"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

She do it with no hands

But like the diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Gold chains, watches and more,

You see i gotta go to war

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get